There seems to be a problem here. I find myself unable to write about deep, intelligent issues in the written equivalent of a sonorous baritone.
Don't get me wrong. I still think magnificent thoughts and come up with potentially world-changing ideas all the time. The problem is that all these wonderful pieces of inspiration usually come to me when i'm driving, taking a dump, in a state of extreme inebriation or in that hazy space between sleep and waking.
Once I am in front of the pc and looking down at the dust-lined (and God knows what else!)keyboard, all these marvellous schemes just drift away like gossamer spiderwebs torn apart by a stiff gale.
Oh well...I'll just write total rubbish then la. Like what I'm doing now. :P
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